Dear Shea,
Today while at the park you were playing in the sand; so amused by it's texture and enthralled in it's mass. You kept grabbing fistfuls with your pudgy hands and slowly letting the grains trickle out through your fingers. The harder you squeezed the faster the grains escaped. A picture of time.
Here you are only days from 11 months. I've known you for 20. It's amazing how fast life really does happen.
James 4:14 says, "... What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes."
I pray for you sweet Shea. As I consider the fragility of human life, and how dependent we need to be on our heavenly father, I pray that you will become a woman who spends her time wisely. Who seeks God in all things and desires to please him. Don't hold unto this life too tightly, it was only slip though your fingers. Rather, cling to your heavenly Father and desire to be like Him.
I love you sand hand Shea!
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